W.C. Lyrics
W.C. Lyrics
"Get Up On That Funk Lyrics"
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(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too (chorus 2) I could live a million, I could live a million, I could live a million, I could live a million years (repeat chorus 1) (repeat chorus 2) All along, al
(Berry/Buck/Mills/Stipe) (chorus 1) Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too All along the tomb, all along the ruin Secluded in a marker stone Not only deadlier but smarter too, smarter too (chorus 2) I could live a million, I could live a million, I could live a million, I could live a million years (repeat chorus 1) (repeat chorus 2) All along, al
[Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
I got the funk inside me, yes it guides me
The light in my eyes, is shinin brightly
Just give me some deep bass, a snare and a kick drum
Turn it up loud and listen to the rhythm run
Whenever I'm feelin bad, angry or upset
I grab a cassette, and pop it in the tape deck
Album or eight-track, as long as it ain't wack
Funk is addictive, but not like crack black
I'm hip to the old shit, the shit that still hit
The Louisiana chicken and homemade biscuits
is makin my feet move, it sure does feel good
My head is bouncin, cruisin through my neighborhood
But this ain't pop though, R&B or disco
Reggae or calypso, that's playin in my radio
It's that funk yes, won't settle for less
Sheeit, I must be blessed, now check it out
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And may
In Maya Lyrics
Boy I like the way you stand There's no blood upon your hands Turn the world around for me Chase the fools out of my life When I'm wrong you set me right You are living grace to me When I'm lying here afraid and full of fear My heart is telling me our love is insincere You smile that wicked smile like you know everything Then I hear, oh yes I hear, I can hear the angels sing In maya, in my heart In maya, in my
be you'll feel betterBoy I like the way you stand There's no blood upon your hands Turn the world around for me Chase the fools out of my life When I'm wrong you set me right You are living grace to me When I'm lying here afraid and full of fear My heart is telling me our love is insincere You smile that wicked smile like you know everything Then I hear, oh yes I hear, I can hear the angels sing In maya, in my heart In maya, in my
(repeat 2X)
[W.C.]
Check it out
Now turn up your radio, EQ the stereo
I'm glad that y'all could make it to rock with the Maad Circle
And this is a preview, somethin to move to
Listen to groove to, I hope I don't lose you
Now I am the miracle, some say I'm spiritual
But I'm from the ghetto what? I live off Imperial
Dip dab smacked in the heart of South Central
I might make it out (why?) cause I got potential
I ain't livin by protocol, cross me you're sure to fall
Another sucker, sippin on some Eightball
Left by the wayside, run but you can't hide (yeah)
Call it foolish, but I got the funky ride
Now hear what I'm sayin (yup) You might think I'm playin
Been rappin so long, some say I need a vacation
Emcees wanna be me, some girls wanna skeeze me
But I play the back, cause I'm scared of A-I-D, S
to the next paragraph I must move on
When we heard that train a comin' Should've seen old Billy Walker run I laughed and yelled hey Billy You're gonna miss all the fun Between me and that cold water I bet there was fifty feet of air When I jumped that bridge was shakin' But me I wasn't scared Call me crazy but when the choice was mine I'd pick crazy every time (chorus) Mama thought she taught me Better safe than sorry but I guess I’ve alway
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 2X)
..
"Coo, Coolio! Show em what's on the mic!"
[Coolio]
I love the funk, and the funk loves me so
I'm stuck to the funk and I won't let go
Ain't no mountain high or valley ever deep enough
to keep me away from the rhythm of the funky stuff
I know who I am, and Sam I ain't
I'll never fake the funk, I won't cause I cain't
Crazy Toones on the fader, kinda like Funk Vader
On tape like great, dominate the record player
So Dub (whattup?) Won't you step to the front
and give the real meanin of the word funk
[W.C.]
What's my meanin of the word funk?
Well let me give a demonstration
Minority Alliance of Anti Discrimination
In other words, an organization of my homeboys
stealin from the rich and famous
Just a day Just an ordinary day Just tryin' to get by Just a boy Just an ordinary boy But he was lookin' to the sky And as he asked if i would come along I started to realize That everyday he finds Just what he's lookin' for Like a shooting star he shines And He said Take my hand Live while you can Don't you feel the dreams are right in the palm of your hand And as he spoke, he spoke ordinary
Cause neither one of us forgot where we came from
Cause when you sellout, you're out, and we don't want ya back
Nigga playin both sides, I gotta peel his cap
Cause one thing the Circle ain't down with and that's
all these bourgeoise negroes, better known as COWARDS
Huh, sick of society, approval they try so hard
with your brand new cars
Try to fit in with the upper class, but the upper class
was a mask, and they LAUGHIN AT YO' ASS
That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle
But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks
So everybody watch your back
I'm like the spook who sat by the door with a gat yo
(I know you can funk these words to the letter
Get up on the funk and maybe you'll feel better, yo)
[W.C. and Coolio]
Get on up on that funk
And maybe you'll feel better
(repeat 4X)